But now it is found out that
the bottom of the deepest seas, and the utter darkness into which no ray
of light can ever pierce, are alive and swarming with millions of
creatures as cunningly and exquisitely formed, and in many cases as
brilliantly coloured, as those which live in the sunlight along the
shallow shores.
Now, my dear friends,--surely beautiful things were made to be seen by
some one, else why were they made beautiful? Common sense tells us that.
But who has seen those countless tribes, which have been living down, in
utter darkness, since the making of the world? Common sense, I think,
can give but one answer--GOD. He, and He only, to whom the night is as
clear as the day, to whom the darkness and the light are both alike. But
more--God has not only made things beautiful; He has made things happy;
whatever misery there may be in the world, there is no denying that.
However sorrow may have come into the world, there is a great deal more
happiness than misery in it. Misery is the exception; happiness is the
rule. No rational man ever heard a bird sing, without feeling that that
bird was happy; and, if so, his common sense ought to tell him that if
God made that bird, He made it to be happy; He intended it to be happy,
and He takes pleasure in its happiness, though no human ear should ever
hear its song, no human heart should ever share in its joy.
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